My husband has been itching to give the baby a haircut. Every other day, he's said, "You need a haircut, boy."
And, each time, I've cried, "Nooooooo. Not yet." You see, he's still my baby. He'll likely be my last one.
Thursday, we took a road trip to see my sister and her family. They'd never met my baby. He was born while they were living in Japan.
After watching him trot around for a few hours, Jax said to me, "You know that he has a mullet, don't you?"
"Yeah," I said. "But I just wanted you to see him for the first time unspoiled."
When I got home from our trip, I informed my husband that he could cut the baby's hair.
He was a little too happy about it. Today turned out to be the day, though.
|You're gonna do what to my hair?|
|Owen ... meet the clippers.|
|By this point, mommy was wincing in the background.|